" Damon?" I mumble, hugging my knee to myself as I remain seated on the bed. I can't sleep, even if I try. Just one night of sleeping in his arms, and I don't want to sleep alone ever again.
"Go to bed, Ava!" he yells at me, which startles me. He's not happy, and I didn't mean to make him feel that way. I was just being honest.
"I can't," my voice trembles as he turns around to meet my gaze. "Can you please stay with me?"
He furrows his brows. "I could ask you the same question, Ava. How can you be sure that I'm not also confused about my feelings? I mean, there's my sister, Zulu, and then there's you," he mocks. "I'm super confused, Ava." Tears stream down my face, and it doesn't take long for me to start crying like a baby. "Oh shit, what are you doing? Why are you crying?" Damon drops his cigarette and climbs onto the bed, using his hands to wipe away my tears. "I told you never to cry again, didn't I?"
"How am I supposed to do that when it happens on its own?!" I raise my voice at him, watching him frown.
"Come here."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to spank your ass."
"No way you do..." Before I can complete my sentence, everything happens so fast. He sits on the edge of the bed, and I lay across his lap. He pulls up my shirt and pulls down the boxers I'm wearing. On top of it all, the room is freezing, and my arse is feeling the cold like never before.
I try to use my hands to fight, but then I realize he's holding both of them behind my back. "You raise your voice at me, ignored me earlier today when I told you not to, and now you're crying?"
"I can't stop myself from crying, you know!"
"You're still raising your voice at me."
"Fuck you."
"Using foul language now?"
How many sins am I committing today? "You're not my daddy. Okay?"
"I am," he growls, landing the first slap on my ass. I bite my lips to suppress a moan. Unlike the others, this slap isn't painful, it's pleasurable. He isn't using force this time, and I suddenly feel a wetness between my legs, worried that it might touch his thigh since he isn't wearing trousers, just his underwear. "I am your daddy, and I won't stop spanking you until you call me that."
I didn't expect my night to turn out like this at all.
Another slap follows. "Ouch!" I cry out. This time it's painful, then pleasurable. The next slap comes, and he doesn't give me time to breathe before the next, and the next, until I lose count.
"Daddy!" I cry, tears streaming down my face. "I'm sorry. I'll be a good girl now. Please, stop spanking me. It hurts."
"No more running around," he says firmly. I nod quickly. "No more raising your voice at me." I nod again, and he gently rubs my ass, easing the pain. "You're wet," he observes, a grin spreading across his face. Startled, I quickly jump off his lap and pull my underwear, which looks like a short on me, back up. "My spanking turns you on, doesn't it?"
The words choke out of my mouth. "No."
" don't you want me to taste you there " I watch him lick his lips, his words making it hard for me to breathe" I can make you cum silly " The wetness between my legs seems to grow the more "Don't you want your daddy to taste what his silly little girl is hiding between those legs? " His hands move between his legs and I am forced to see what's growing there. He didn't shy away, instead, he used his hands and rubbed them gently, biting his lower lip, his gaze not leaving my face.
I have never seen Damon in this state before, face flush, lips red from his bite, and hands robbing his cock gently "Forgive me, Ava, how foolish of me to do this in your presence " he pulls his hands away and runs his hand through his hair, the bulge doesn't seem to die down " you're a fine lady with a fine ass I just spanked, any man will get hard after that "
biting my lower lip I have nothing to say other than to watch the look on his face "Help me out here Ava, stop giving me that look and come to bed let's sleep" he covers his face and falls back on the bed, moving close to him I wanted to lay on the bed and just sleep but then my curiosity got the better of me because I touched it.
I touched Damon's thing and it jumped which took me by surprise, he quickly sat up giving me a confused look " What are you doing Ava?"
" I am sorry ", lifting my hands I rush my words " I know curiosity kills the cat or the rat, I don't know which the curiosity kills but then it kills something right?? But trust me I was not going to...
" I stop when I realize I was blabbering rubbish and Damon is laughing.
" shut up Ava" he smiles "Curiosity won't kill you, if you want you can touch it tomorrow again, to see its reaction "
My eyes beam "Really?"
"Yes," he replied, I noticed the absence of any bulge. "Did it disappear?"
Damon chuckled, shaking his head. "Your non-stop talking and distracting me must've made it disappear. It's fascinating how you have the power to control my body like that."
Before I could continue, he interrupted me. "Enough talking, silly. Let's lay down," Damon yawned, clearly exhausted. "Today has been incredibly tiring. First, I found Zulu, then I lost you. My mind was about to explode. I even jumped into a river to save you, argued with you, which broke my heart, and spanked you. It almost drove me crazy. And now, all I want is some sleep, but you won't let me."
I couldn't help but giggle at his recounting of the day's events. "Wow, that's a lot for one day."
He draped the blanket over our bodies, and I snuggled closer to him. "By the way, have you found Zulu?" I asked with curiosity.
Damon nodded, his expression softening. "Yes, I have."
"Where is she?" I inquired.
"She's in my room," he replied.
So that's why we aren't there. "Why didn't you take me to see her?"
Damon sighed, his fingers gently playing with my hair. "It was a chaotic situation when we found her. She was scared and disoriented, so I wanted to give her some space to calm down and adjust."
"That must be the reason we're not there right now. But you should have taken me to see her." I said, curious about Zulu's whereabouts.
Damon looked at me thoughtfully, his expression hinting at hidden reasons. "I thought you might be too tired to meet her. She can be a handful at times," he explained.
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Have you slept with her before?"
Damon nodded, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face. "Yes, I have."
A pang of jealousy flickered within me. "Is there any woman in your life you haven't slept with?"
"Lady Morin," he proudly declared, almost basking in his accomplishment. Something inside me triggered, and I immediately interjected, not willing to let the conversation go down that path. "Let's not go there anymore."
His eyes widened, catching on to the change in my tone. "Have you slept with your mother?" I blurted out, almost causing a gasp to escape his lips.
"No!" he growled defensively. "Jesus Christ, no!"
Feeling slightly relieved, I realized I had been too quick to judge Damon's mother. "You're right, she isn't that kind of woman." I apologize.
As the awkward tension filled the air, I tried to lighten the mood. "Are you a gigolo?"
Damon appeared puzzled by the term. "What's that?"
Suppressing a laugh, I explained, "It's a man who sleeps with women for money."
I let out a chuckle, but it was abruptly halted as Damon playfully slapped my rear. "Enough, silly," he said as he adjusted himself. I couldn't help but notice his growing arousal. "Sleeping like this will be torture," he growled. "Can you, uh... pull away for a second so I can catch my breath?"
Without hesitation, I shook my head and pulled myself even closer to him. His eyes widened in surprise. "This is punishment for spanking me. You're not allowed to touch me," I whispered, a devious smile dancing on my lips.
"Don't play games with me, Ava," he groaned, his fist clenching. I pressed my breasts against his chest, savoring his noticeable reaction. Leaning in, I whispered seductively, "That's it, master. Don't touch me. Keep your hands to yourself and sleep."
"Fuck, that's naughty," he growled, his hips instinctively moving against me. "I can't sleep in this state. You have to touch me now. Let's do that little experiment you talked about."
I held my ground, a teasing smile playing on my lips. "No."
Damon's voice quivered with a touch of desperation. "Do I need to beg, Ava? I seriously won't make it until tomorrow if you don't touch me."
I remained firm, looking up at him with determination. "I will not touch you. I need you to lay down and sleep, Damon. Good night."
I rested my head on his chest, feeling a sense of triumph. This was just the beginning of my little revenge. When I was done, he would think twice before ever spanking me again.
As I closed my eyes, a soft giggle escaped my lips. I knew well that Damon wouldn't be able to sleep, tormented by his desires.